Perfection Is The Blank Page - Andy Winter, Kjetil Nordhus

Welcome to my house

An essence of thoughts

Just like a painting

Waiting to be created

Returning to a familiar place

Sharp colors shine clear

Not like the emptiness inside

Beyond day and night

Then I come to realize

The more you have

The greater the flaws

Each stain another imbalance

When the page is empty

There is something left

When the page is filled

You might as well be dead